"All right," said Twinkle. "I'd like to see a grasshopper village."
"Then follow me, and I'll guide you," said Nimble, and at once he leaped from the blade of grass and landed at least six feet away.
Twinkle got up and followed, keeping her eye on the pretty Prince, who leaped so fast that she had to trot to keep up with him. Nimble would wait on some clump of grass or bit of rock until the girl came up, and then away he'd go again.
"How far is it?" Twinkle once asked him.
"About a mile and a half," was the answer; "we'll soon be there, for you are as good as a mile, and I'm good for the half-mile."
"How do you figure that out?" asked Twinkle.
"Why, I've always heard that a miss is as good as a mile, and you're a miss, are you not?"
"Not yet," she answered; "I'm only a little girl. But papa will be sure to miss me if I don't get home to supper."
